Chapter 21
TWENTY-ONE
Harriet: How’s Christmas shopping going?
Warren: Stressful. Send help.
Harriet: Online is the way forward. When will the male population learn that shopping on Christmas Eve is a migraine waiting to happen?
Warren: On behalf of all men, I can confidently say never.
Warren: I take it you’re done?
Harriet: Yup! Wrapped and ready to go.
Warren: Teach me your ways.
Warren: *picture of a peach in hand*
Warren: Happy 13 weeks.
Harriet: Wow, you beat me to it! It’s wild how big Button is getting.
Harriet: Grocery or gift shopping?
Warren: Both. I’m not alone this time. My dad’s joined in on the last-minute fun.
Harriet: Like father, like son.
Warren: He’s excited to meet you. They all are.
Harriet: Me too :)
Harriet: Merry Christmas from me and Button!
Warren: Thank you. I hope you have fun celebrating with your friends. Get anything nice?
Harriet: Gift cards, pajamas. Oh, and a foot spa! What about you?
Warren: Couple of books and a new sweater.
Harriet: You’ll have to wear it for me next week at your parents’ party. Do a little fashion show.
Warren: Yeah, that ain’t gonna happen.
Warren: Pick you up tomorrow at 4?
Harriet: Are you sure? I don’t mind driving home.
Warren: Never been more sure. There are drunks out this time of year, and the roads will be icy. There’s plenty of space for you at my parents’.
Harriet: Should I bring anything?
Warren: Yourself will be more than enough.